“I refuse to believe you've misinterpreted my affections. I am wholly in love with you. And it is permanent.”
“Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie--and yet ye love me.”
"And if I had not met my mate..." His words failed him as silver lined his eyes. He said down the bond, "I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... The wait was worth it."
“I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”
“I missed you, When I was in Wendlyn. I lied when I said I didn’t. From the moment you left, I missed you so much I went out of my mind. I was glad for the excuse to track Lorcan here, just to see you again. And tonight, when he had that knife at your throat …I kept thinking about how you might never know that I missed you with only an ocean between us. But if it was death separating us … I would find you. I don’t care how many rules it would break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again. Always."
”I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend,“ he says. "The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body, Juliette-”
“When I told you that I was intending to worship you with my body, I meant it. With all my heart. I will never take from you. I will only give. In my bed and outside of it.”
“Because you belong to me, Kisa. You always have.” Luka’s face thawed and he pointed at my eye, then his left. “You’re a part of me, remember? God put a piece of you within me so when we were born, everyone would know we matched.”
River 'Styx' Nash:
“I t-tried to stay away, do the right thing. B-because I ain't no good for you. But f*uck, I want you so b-bad I feel like I- I c-can't breathe. Can't p-push you away n-no more. Need to have you c-close.”
“My body recognizes you as something that's good for me. My mind recognizes you as someone who's right for me, and my soul recognizes you as someone who is meant for me.”
“I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
“Kat. I broke every rule of my kind to heal you and keep you with me. I … burned down an entire city to keep you safe. I’ve killed for you. Did you think I’d forget what you mean to me? That anything in this world— in any world— would be stronger than my love for you?”
Alright my guys, listen up. I’m just really fucking proud of Sansa Stark, okay? Like so beyond belief, amazing fucking proud of her. No one, literally no one has been through more shit on this show time and time again and still come out on the the other side a more resilient woman. She’s gone from a naive little girl, to a political prisoner, to an abuse victim, to the LADY OF WINTERFELL IN CHARGE OF HER HOME WHILE THE KING IN THE NORTH IS AWAY.
SHE HAD TO STAND IN FRONT OF A CROWD OF PEOPLE AND WATCH AS HER OWN FATHER WAS WRONGFULLY BEHEADED WHEN SHE WAS STILL A KID. SHE HAD TO LIVE OUT HER DAYS SURROUNDED BY THE VERY PEOPLE THAT KILLED HIM AND MURDERED HER FAMILY AS THEY TREATED HER LIKE SCUM AND BEAT HER FOR EVERY OTHER WORD OUT OF HER MOUTH. SHE HAD TO LEARN TO HOLD HER TONGUE AND PRETEND TO BE HAPPY JUST TO STAY ALIVE. SHE GOT A BRIEF MOMENT OF HOPE BEFORE SHE WAS MARRIED OFF TO ANOTHER LANNISTER AS A POLITICAL MOVE. SHE ESCAPED KINGS LANDING AND FINALLY GAINED HER FREEDOM BEFORE BEING SOLD OFF TO ANOTHER HOUSE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE BUTCHERING OF HER FAMILY FOR CLAIM OVER WINTERFELL. SHE WAS RAPED AND BEATEN AND DRAGGED THROUGH THE GUTTER EVERY SINGLE DAY BECAUSE OF HER NAME. SHE THOUGHT HER ENTIRE FAMILY WAS DEAD AND SHE WAS ALONE AND STUCK TO LIVE OUT HER DAYS BEING BRUISED BY HER “HUSBAND”. SHE WAS PASSED AROUND BETWEEN HER OWN ENEMIES, SURROUNDED BY TRAITORS AND MURDERERS.
BUT THAT GIRL DIDNT LET IT TAKE AWAY WHO SHE WAS. SHE NEVER GAVE UP ALL HER TIME IN KING’S LANDING. SHE LEARNED WHAT SHE COULD ABOUT POLITICAL STRATEGY AND DECIET AND USED IT TO STAY ALIVE. SHE LEARNED HOW TO PLAY THE GAME OF THRONES, HOW TO PLAY THE ROLE OF AN INNOCENT GIRL TO SURVIVE. SHE SASSED THE LANNISTERS EVERY CHANCE SHE HAD. SHE HELD ON TO HER TITLE AS A STARK AND HER RIGHT TO WINTERFELL AND SHE REMAINED BRAVE IN THE FACE OF CERTAIN FAILURE. SHE JUMPED OFF A CASTLE WALL INTO THE SNOW TO ESCAPE HER ABUSER. SHE WADED THROUGH A FREEZING CREEK TO OUTRUN DOGS. SHE LOOKED HER CAPTOR IN THE EYE AND TOLD HIM SHE WAS NOT AFRAID. SHE FOUGHT HER WAY BACK TO HER FAMILY AND MOVED TO TAKE BACK HER HOME FORM ITS INVADERS. SHE RODE INTO BATTLE TO LOOK HER RAPIST AND ABUSER RIGHT IN THE EYE AND TELL HIM THAT HE WAS GOING TO DIE AND HE HAD NO CONTROL OVER HER. SHE BROUGHT THE KNIGHTS OF THE VALE TO THE BATTLE OF THE BASTARDS AND SAVED THE NORTHERN ARMIES. SHE FED THAT SAME RAPIST TO HIS OWN HUNTING HOUNDS AND SMILED AS HE DIED. SHE CONTINUES TO ADVISE JON EVEN IF NO ONE WILL LISTEN TO HER OPINIONS. SHE HAS THE LOYALTY OF THE NORTH BUT REFUSES TO TAKE THE TITLE OF QUEEN BECAUSE IT IS JON’S PLACE. SHE’S STILL DOING THE BEST SHE CAN AND TRYING TO KEEP HER FAMILY TOGETHER AND ALIVE AND NO ONE IS APPRECIATING HER FOR IT OR TAKING HER SERIOUSLY BUT THAT DOESNT STOP HER FROM TRYING HER BEST.
YALL… I’m just… she has been through the most shit of anyone and she’s still here and she’s so far from the little girl that just wanted to marry a prince she was in the beginning and you have no idea how emotional I am about this. Sansa Stark is literally the strongest character on this show and she deserves all the respect and praise in the world and I just love her so much and that’s the kind of strength and resilience I aspire to possess.
Bitty is a southern boy and as a southern girl let me tell you there are things he does that make the rest of SMH go “Ummm….what?”
He says stuff that makes literal ZERO sense to the rest of the team. Mostly southern phrases etc. LIKE, “That boy is about of useless as tits on a bull.” or if it’s raining but the sun is out Bits just says, “Devil must be beatin’ his wife.” Everyone is confused as shit.
“Oh my goodness I want Chick-fil-a. BUT IT’S SUNDAY.”
Holster going,” Hey Bits can you hand me a coke?” and Bitty responding with, “Sure, which kind do you want? We’ve got sprite, mtn dew, dr. pepper…” BC in the south every soda is a coke.
“Y’all know what I miss the most about Georgia? Cheerwine. And Duke’s Mayo. You northerners keep using that hellman’s stuff or miracle whip and let me tell you. IT. IS .NOT. MAYONNAISE.”
“IT’S SO HOT! Summer is the WORST” “Ransom, It’s like, 70 degrees. It gets up to like 115+ in Georgia. And it’s not even humid! You hush your mouth.”
The first time Bitty goes to Stop & Shop with one of the guys from SMH he tells them to grab a buggy on their way in and said member stares at him for a second, “What’s a buggy?” “Oh for goodness sake. A shopping cart! We need a shopping cart!”
Bitty’s drunk at a kegster when he suddenly shouts, “WHO WANTS TO PLAY CORNHOLE?!”
It’s New Years so of course Bitty’s making black eyed peas, collards, cornbread, ham, and a pineapple upside down cake. “It’s for luck.”
Bitty will be checking Facebook and be like, “Oh bless his heart.” Chowder notices him fretting over the phone so he asks what’s up “Oh it’s just one of my friend from high school’s dad.” and Chowder, being the precious person that he is, responds with, “Oh no. What happened? Is he ok?” Bitty just shakes his head, “He’s done went and fell out of the deer stand. Again. Broke his arm and bruised his pride. You think he would’ve learned his lesson after the same thing happened last huntin’ season”
Jack’s all dressed up in a suit or something, he has a meeting with the Falcs, “What are you all gussied up for?”
“Look at what all I got up at the outlet mall!!”
Rans/Holster/Bitty share a bathroom so I reckon this has happened at least once: “Neither of y’all go in the bathroom! I’m fixin’ to shower” to which Holster responds, “What was that Bits? What are you fixing?” Bitty hollers from his room, arm full of clothes, “I’m fixin’ to shower!” Ransom chimes in, “I didn’t know the shower was broken!” At this point Bitty is getting frustrated,“Oh for the love of Pete! You Yankees.” He speaks slowly and pronounces each word carefully, “I am going to go take a shower so please do not go and hog the bathroom.”
“So I was talking to Momma and APPARENTLY Mrs. Jones, the one that lives down the road, was rude as all get out.” “Really? What’d she do?” Bitty just throws his hands up, “Momma and Coach were drivin’ back to the house and Mrs. Jones was driving in the opposite direction so of course Momma waves at her. AND SHE DIDN’T WAVE BACK.”
I know for a FACT that at some point Bits makes a pitcher of sweet tea, puts it in the fridge, and the boys/Lardo finds it. “What’s this?” “Oh, it’s just some tea. You want some?” So Bitty pours them a glass and approximately 2 seconds later “WHAT IS THIS? IT’S LIKE SYRUP! Bits this isn’t tea! It’s diabetes in a cup!”
“Just rub some bacon grease on it.”
“Don’t you dare pour that coffee out! I can use it for gravy!”
“You know what food I miss? Fried pickles. No, wait, HUSHPUPPIES. I’d kill for some right now.”
"Y/N, I need you to babysit Jisung for just ten minutes, I swear. And I'll take you out for dinner after this, I promise. If he acts out, just give him some warm milk."
"Do I look fat in this tutu? What do you mean I can't wear this to your parents' house?"
*Wraps you in a blanket burrito and carries you around the house*
*Hugs you from behind, tearing up* "Babe, I think Sicheng likes you more than he likes me and i-it's just a lot to take in."
"Alright, so Taeyong dumped Chenle and Jisung on us. Should we just leave them by the sidewalk and drive away?"
*Reaches the last slide of his PowerPoint* "So do you understand how NCT works now, Y/N?"
*After you've asked him why there were bananas on the doorstep and why he hadn't left the dorm in two days* "Johnny put bananas on the welcome mat and I'm too scared to go out so I'm stuck here."
*Kissing you in the rain* *Accidentally slips* "Well that totally and ultimately killed the mood."
"To be honest, I only started dating you to get rid of Yuta and Taeil. Don't give me that look! I ended up actually loving you, and that's all that matters!
Ever the romanticist, "I got you a box of chocolates, but Ten took some, and Kun took some, then Mark took more than half of the chocolates, and Chenle took the box. I'm sorry, but I really don't want to go through that again just for a box of chocolates."
*The two of you are peacefully sleeping* *He rolls on top of you in his sleep and lowkey suffocates you to death.*
*Hyperventilating* "Y/N THEY THREATENED ME TO BE IN NCT CHINA!"
*Munching on a bag of chips*, "The Grim Reaper came earlier and asked where you were. I told him that you'd be back soon, so I invited him in. He's in the bathroom right now. Said something about taking your life, but pshh-"
"If a bear and a shark had a fight, who'd win? Y/N? Are you asleep?"
"So swearing at Jisung and Chenle is a no-no, huh? YOU LOVE THEM MORE THAN YOU LOVE ME!"
"No one asked, but I'm smiling because Y/N tripped down the stairs and right into my arms :)."
*Incoherent words muffled beneath his dolphin screams* *Tackles you*
i have red hair too, which is pretty awesome. and also horrible, sometimes, because being ginger affects so much more than the just the pigment of your hair. so anyways here are some facts about dex and his hair bc i can relate:
he’s so pale
he’s so pale
even when he kind of manages to get a little darker after a sunburn fades, he’s still paler than everyone else’s normal skin tone
he does not tan. ever.
yeah sure, he may work on a lobster boat all summer, but buddy, i promise you, he’s not gonna come out of it looking nice and bronze
(why do people write fics where he comes back from the summer with a killer tan??? no bro, he probably just looks like a lobster. it sucks)
his skin just slowly gets pinker until he has a terrible sunburn, and then sometimes if he’s lucky it will turn out a little tanner when it fades
he probably uses at least spf 50, lbr here
actually, nah probably higher than that if we’re being honest
and he has to apply it like every hour
ugh and oh my god, he probably gets splotchy sunburns!!!
SPLOTCHY SUNBURNS ARE THE WORST
basically you think you’ve put sunscreen everywhere and spread it evenly but NOPE
random blotches of your skin will just be bright red while the rest is ridiculously pale and you look like you have some sort of disease-ridden rash
it has probably happened on his face and it’s the saddest thing
he has freckles for dayssssss (especially after the summer because they come back in full force during that season)
in the most random places
some are on his lips and on the back of his knees and his elbows and just very odd places
its a never ending cycle of freckles fading while new freckles form
he kind of gets a tan through his freckles???
bc he has so many and as they fade they kind of blotch together and make him look tan, but when you look really close you’re just like, oh, those are just tiny dots bunched together, not the actual pigmentation of your skin
he has. SO MANY. freckles on his shoulders
if you are of the male specimen, you probably go out shirtless in the summertime, and the sun hits you really hard on your shoulders, and thus, so. many. freckles. there.
(this is literally the most prominent place of freckles for redhead boys. please ask my brother and all of my cousins)
“does the carpet match the drapes?” ;)
why do people ask this
he gets this all the time, and it’s not just from people hitting on him
PEOPLE JUST GENUINELY WANT TO KNOW FOR SOME REASON???
and it’s super awkward
especially when they don’t match. bc um. a lot of times they don’t. just so you know.
“haha, firecrotch, huh?”
will wouldn’t find this funny even if it were accurate
back to the sunburn thing, it’s nice in the winter when he doesn’t get fried!! JUST KIDDING BC BLUSHING IS A THING
yeah anytime he gets remotely embarrassed or flustered, his face is the color of a tomato okay
even if he’s not actually uncomfortable, it still happens
“dex, nice shirt, man.” ➝ red face
“dude, nice assist!”➝ red face
*accidentally bumps into someone* ➝ red face
anytime nursey says anything ever, his face is red. i promise you this. i know this to be true
HE NEVER WEARS RED
or pink or orange, for that matter
(but i mean he goes to samwell so the red thing is kind of hard)
he unintentionally gravitates towards green and blue clothing bc his mom probably accidentally instilled in him that they compliment his hair as a child
this is so real. this is the realest, most relatable thing
going to samwell was probably super weird bc he had to start buying spirit wear and stuff and when he did, he realized he didn’t own any other red clothing
people always make irish jokes or assume he is irish, especially around st. patricks day
dex has no idea if he is irish
people always ask if another redhead they know is related to him
he has heard every “ginger” joke under the sun
no one has ever actually bullied him for it
but everyone makes the same jokes
will basically mouths the words as people say them bc he knows them so well at this point
he’s not actually bothered or offended, it’s just like… dude. he’s heard this before. you’re not being original
it’s very boring and a little irritating
but if he gets annoyed or doesn’t laugh people think he is a bad sport, so!!! he laughs them off even though he’s very disinterested and wants to tell them to maybe get some new material so they can actually say something remotely humorous next time
and he totally knows its not a big deal at all, bc some people have to deal with racist or homophobic jokes, and this doesn’t remotely compare. it’s just… very eye-roll inducing.
he gets horrible bruises for the stupidest shit, and sometimes just randomly and he’s not sure where they came from, bc ya gotta love that sensitive skin!!
oh and back to the ginger jokes thing, someone always makes a comment about that redhead temper!!
which is kind of unfortunate, bc dex kind of does have some temper issues
those jokes do not make him less angry either
(dex, seriously man. just chill for a sec)
wow this got really long and i could go on forever and ever but yeah basically this is the gist of it. also i’m aware some of this can apply to lots of people but anyways hooray for redheads!!
Au where Lance really can't stand his real last name. So he faked paper for the grasion with last name McLain?
I’m so sorry for the lateness of this! This
prompt was given to me a long, long time ago and I just only got the um…inspiration
to write this? I’m so sorry!
A little bit
crossover to KHR since I made this into a MafiaAU of sorts. Note that most or
all the things mentioned here (aside from the names they are not mine) are
purely from my imagination and should not be taken with any ounce of
loved his family with all his heart, never question him about this or you will
find yourself with a bullet stuck to any part of your body. What he didn’t
appreciate was the part of the society he was born in. more specifically, the
dark part of the society he was born in.
Salazar Family was one of the best known Mafia family in the underworld. Who would
not heard of them when they were one of the allies of the strongest Mafia, the
Vongola? Being allied with the Vongola also meant that they were associates
with the Chiavarone, Simon, Giglio Nero, and Millefiore just to name some of
the big names. There was never a peaceful day for Lance for everyday was either
spent on training or learning the ways of the world and how to survive in it.
only lucky thing that Lance could consider was that he was not the eldest, thus
exempting him from being the next heir for the family. It was unfair to be
happy about this, especially that it was his reluctant older brother who got
stuck in that position, but the part that wanted to be free weighed more in
Lance’s heart.So at the age of 16th,
Lance made a proposition and have the full support of the Vongola Decimo. The Salazar’s
Don was a bit reluctant to agree in erasing Lance’s existence in the Mafia
world (and that Lance was one of their best strategists) but just one look in
his son’s eyes, one full of hope and passion in achieving his dreams, the Don
gave his blessings also.
Lance Salazar, third son of Don Salazar, became Lance McClain, an ordinary boy
living with an ordinary family.
documents and family background was just a piece of cake in the underworld and
in no time, Lance was already attending the Garrison where he hoped his dreams
to be a pilot as an ordinary guy would come true.
course there were times where his Mafia side got to the surface and times where
he wished he could just contact the family and disposed someone for him. But
because he ‘cut all his ties’ with the Mafia it also meant that he had no right
to contact them anymore (though sometimes one or two men of his father will
come to check up on him.). Why did he want to hire a hitman to eliminate
someone? Well, there was this guy called Iverson who seemed to make it his life
goal to make Lance’s life as miserable as possible. Always pointing out his
flaws and implying that all the documents proving his intelligence were all
could easily kill Iverson now that he thought about it. He was trained to do
such things after all ever since he learned how to do complex Math and covering
up the evidences was like slicing an apple with a sharp knife. But then the
reason he left the world he was initially born in was to escape all the
bloodshed. Only heaven knows how much of those bloods were caused by him even
if most of them were all in the act of self-defense.
he tried his best not to let those words of depreciation got stuck in his head
(but most time he believed some of it.)
the next impulse to hire a hitman was when Lance started to get compared to a
genius student named Keith.
of curiosity, Lance checked out this Keith guy. Yeah, he was an awesome pilot
and combat but that was the only things that Keith was good at, at least that
was how Lance saw it. He was never good at socializing and could not really
hide his intention despite having a poker face. Keith would be a dead guy if
left alone in the underworld.
wanted to show how smart he was but Iverson already put a lot of bad words in
his name resulting for no one to take him seriously. If he did something jaw dropping then majority would just accuse him of
cheating because ‘hey, this is Lance! No
way he did all of that in his own!’. Being
called as Keith’s replacement was not the most flattering words his ears could
caught in an intergalactic war and stuck in a castle with three and a half
humans (Keith was half-Galra after all), two Alteans, space mice, and five
sentient robotic lions was just like being trapped inside the Mafia world all
training, strategy making, forming alliances, Lance was tempted to call Voltron
as space Mafia. He didn’t know if it already registered in the mind of others
but they now have blood in their hands. It didn’t matter if it was an enemy
they were killing. Life was life and they were not different to other soldiers
now Lance has human blood and alien
blood staining his hands.
thought about this every day.
one day, a sudden fact entered Lance’s mind that ended up with him laughing
hysterically during breakfast. Everyone was looking at him like he had lost his
mind (he probably had a long time ago).
buddy, are you okay?” Hunk was about half way from standing up before Lance
waved at him to indicate that he was fine.
worry, Hunk. I just…pft! Ahahaha!”
Shiro was the one with worry creeping on his face. Was Lance having a
breakdown? Was the war they were suddenly thrust in now taking its toll in
their Blue Paladin’s mind?
I need you to take deep breathes and talk to us.” It was hard but Shiro needed
to ensure the health of his teammates even if he was being a hypocrite right
I’m fine, Shiro. I just remembered something.”
that is…?” Lance didn’t know who asked that but he happily answered.
is dead meat. Actually, he will be lucky if they will allow him to have a quick
death. But knowing my family, I am sure they will torture him first.” Lance
resumed eating his breakfast with a bright smile and as if he didn’t said
something deeply disturbing.
what?” Keith narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean by that.”
boy, never cross my family.” That was the only answer Lance gave and it did not
satisfy the curiosity of his teammates.
Lance was not a Salazar anymore and that his surname was now McClain. It didn’t
mean though that he was already cast out by those he shared with the same flesh
all, blood was thicker than water most of the time.
I don’t really know
if I did the prompt some justice (>_<)
I'm saying this from the perspective of a shipper I guess but looking at all these Sheith moments got me thinking.. Would it be possible that the creators themselves are actually planning for them to be canon at some point? But because of some complications..(not gonna name it) they decided to scrap it off? Do you think this is possible? Although Keith telling Shiro he is like a brother to him kinda made me sad? lol I have got so many questions so I can't wait to see more of this amazing series!
Hi anon! The thing is, writing and animation for shows like this are done way in advance. When season 1 came out, I imagine the plot up until seasons 3 or 4 was already set in stone. And Voltron, like most shows, works off a “TV Bible” that had all the major plot points outlined right when the series was first pitched so,, once you plan things out like that I think it’s difficult to make big changes to characters’ relationships.
I think the writers have also made it clear that they are going to go ahead with their narrative rather than catering to popular fannon, particularly when they’ve told certain fans they don’t agree with their mentality at all. Even with things like how they mentioned Allura was a teenager like all the other paladins, a lot of people didn’t headcannon that, but the writers stood by it. It’s their own story after all, and I don’t see why they should change it. As for sheith, we know the writers have outright told people that harassing shippers isn’t okay and they’re completely against it.
There are also plenty of writers, animators, and VAs who have liked clearly romantic sheith fanart, cosplay, or pro-sheith posts (and gotten backlash for it). So we know they’re certainly not opposed to shipping it. And I mean, whether it’s romantic or not, we know that the cast certainly seems invested in their dynamic. The fact that their relationship and character development is by far the most fleshed out is certainly apparent. Here’s also some stuff staff has drawn that shows they at least like Shiro and Keith’s bond:
So anyway, despite how the fandom can be, I don’t think it would necessarily deter the writers or dissuade them from following through with major writing decisions. And given how supportive the staff has been of sheith, I don’t think they would suddenly just abandon whatever plans they had for their character development together. Under the hypothetical that they did make sheith canon, I think they would just maybe adjust how they went about it so that the fandom could kind of like, ease into it, and hopefully not be too mad about it. Though I have no doubt people would still harass the staff if sheith happened, which just…makes me feel really bad to be honest…
On the BOM line though anon, I don’t think it goes against sheith at all and here’s why:
I have a sad request: how do you think Magnus handles Valentine's Day after everything, all his family are pretty well paired off but it can't be easy for him
One would argue that Valentine’s Day is a day you spend with your significant other, or at least someone you intend to smooch.
Magnus, on the other hand, was certain it was the best possible day to visit all of his best friends.
He’d started with Carey and Killian. He’d knocked on Carey’s door early that morning and had let himself in while going on about romantic ways she could surprise Killian for the day.
“I was thinking we take her to the park and get one of those lil swan boat things,” he said as Carey rubbed her eyes and decided she may as well make coffee if she was going to be awake now.
“Magnus, Kills and I aren’t doing anything for V-day,” she yawned. “We got work, we’re just gonna cuddle and watch bad movies.”
“Wha?” Magnus shook his head. “But you guys tied the knot! Everyday should be a romantic adventure now!”
“Do the adventures always have to start at six am?”
Next he hit up Merle and Davenport who were “absolutely not on a date, just fishing like buds do”.
“What about wine and poetry? Old dudes like that right?” Magnus said.
“Old dudes?” Merle huffed, and Davenport had to stifle a giggle.
Barry and Lup didn’t even let him into the house. There was just a sign on the door in Lup’s handwriting that said “trust us, you don’t wanna come in here” with a bunch of hearts scribbled around it.
So Magnus tried Taako’s place next and found that Taako really didn’t enjoy interruptions to his plans.
“Burnsides, you know I love you, I really do, weird bear fetish and all,” Taako said, putting the finishing touches on some handmade chocolates. “But listen…today I’m focusing on the whole boyfriend thing. I haven’t been the best at Valentine’s day in the best and I’m trying to give Krav a good one. You know he hasn’t celebrated like any holiday in about a thousand years? I’m even gonna wait on the sex! Gonna get him all stuffed with chocolates and wine and do the big romantic like…carriage rides and shit way before I get his hand in my pants!”
“I don’t mind starting with that,” Kravitz joked as he entered the room and stole a chocolate off the tray. Taako slapped his hand away and made a shooing motion.
“These are supposed to be a surprise, get out of here boner boy! Anyway, Mags, you see why we need some privacy right?”
“Yeah…yeah I get it…” Magnus sighed, looking down at his hands. Taako sighed too, looking at the dejected human sitting at the table with no one to spend the day with.
He grabbed a handful of chocolates and shoved them into Magnus’s hands. “Eat this and wait for me to come back, mmkay?”
Magnus looked puzzled, but he was more than happy to snack on some Taako originals and put off going back to his big empty house.
When Taako returned he was holding an envelope between two fingers that was still smoking a little the way things sometimes did when they traveled from the astral plane to the land of the living. He held it out to Magnus who curiously opened it and pulled out the little paper heart inside.
It was hand-cut, and had a drawing of two dogs kissing on it. The words “You’re Pawesome” were written on the top and beneath that there was a note.
Did you like the pun? Not my best but they don’t have a Hallmark down here. I miss you everyday, but I’m so happy to wait for you to live your best life. Seems like you have some nice friends, they’re really breaking the rules for you. Reminds me of another young troublemaker I used to know back in Raven’s Roost. He was a dork but real handsome so, you know I had to marry him.
I love you, no matter the distance.
Magnus smiled and wiped a tear from his eye. “Thanks Taako.”
“Yeah, I’m a saint, now get out of my house,” Taako said, shooing Magnus out. Magnus was undeterred by the heartless act though, and pulled Taako into a bone crushing bear hug. Taako pretended to be annoyed for a few seconds before giving in and hugging Magnus back.
“Yeah just…don’t be all lonely and sad all the time, okay?” Taako huffed. “You’re a good guy. I hate to see it.”
Kravitz didn’t always bring him Valentine’s from Julia, just some years. He couldn’t always bend the rules like that, but he tried his hardest to make sure Magnus didn’t feel alone on V-Day. Magnus kept each handmade card in a box at the back of his closet. Whenever the next Valentine’s Day came around he’d open it up and read them all again.
Dear lord, let’s not have shipping wars. I beg thee, friends. We’ve got all the beautiful options so let’s just all let it be awesome. Note, I don’t ship Connor/Hank but people - the subtext? It is there. We see the subtext and I can see the text. It’s cool. Live and let live. Also Not really up on Markus/North canon because honestly I wanted to see more development from ‘friends’ to ‘OTP LOVE FOREVER’ like what? Come on, David Cage. You have these two amazing actors and you don’t do more build-up? Boi please.
Personal favorites I have seen so far/Want to See:
Connor/Kara - Connara? I think? Man I would have killed for a Connor/Kara scene in the Church without Markus going the way of the dodo. Although that eye-contact scene was like - Unf.
Tracis2 - Who have got fandom names Blu and Nat and I’m down with it. Lovely lesbian androids I adore you …
Markus/North DEVELOPED - Which I am going to call Markoth 2.0.
Markus/Connor - because if you didn’t see Connor fall in love with Markus the moment he saw that man speak you were not paying attention, imho.
Markus/Simon - does this have a ship name? I’ll call it Marksim. Again because if you didn’t see Simon falling in love with Markus the moment words came out of his mouth you were not paying attention.
Markus/Kara - I’m sorry I just call this Muse because she totally inspired him TWICE in the two times she talked to him.
Josh/Simon - which I think is unrequited on Simon’s side, until Simon realizes he could have lost Josh and Josh stops being jealous of Markus and they just work out their difference you sweet androids boys!
Connor/Chloe - “She’s …. very pretty.” Sold. Done. Let’s go home.
Kara/Chloe - They would be so sweet together and Alice gets these two moms and they’re just beautiful and warm and sunshine and help her get over her trauma and yes. Luther is there as Gentle Giant Dad.
Luther/Cara: I shall call it …. Luthra. Also known as Gentle Giant/Bad-Ass Pixie Do Family Right. It would be so adorable he is so big and she is so little! He could pick up both his girls and have them ride on his big shoulders.
Hank/Rose - Because then Hank could fall in love with this beautiful, generous woman and she can fall in love with this man who was broken but put himself back together, then Rose and Hank and Connor and Adam can be the best family and then Alice and Luther and Kara can move in with them and then Sumo and done.
Luthur/Simon - Like seriously Simon just needs a giant man-bear to cuddle after all the cruddy stuff his model has been through. I’m down. I’m with it. Let’s go.
Ralph/The Jerries - I have no idea who came up with this but this is the cutest ship ever and you can fight me on that. Just imagine all the Jerries just spending their entire day making Ralph smile awwwww…
LAST and NOT LEAST, God FlippingPassword…
Markus/Connor/Kara. My kingdom for Markus/Connor/Kara. OT3. Dynamic Trio - I am going to write it myself with lots of open!android love because fffft what do they care about labels in relationships? They Free Mofos. They Free They Love Who They Want.
He looks up from his phone and stands as Maryse draws nears, her footsteps careful on the pavement as she glances hesitantly at the mundanes around her, their hands waving as they sip at tea and lattes on the Brooklyn street. There’s a bite in the air, that first brisk hint of a breeze that comes with tumble-down leaves and New York City, and Magnus can feel it fresh on his skin.
“Maryse, how are you?” he asks mildly, sitting back down as she pulls her chair out. “Shall we order coffee?”
Magnus flags the waitress down with a raised hand, smiling at the young woman who drops by the table, blonde hair scattered over her forehead, pen tucked behind her ear. Maryse orders an Americano, and Magnus stares at her in mild surprise as he orders the same.
She smiles slowly, a careful, sincere thing that Magnus recognizes in a heartbeat. It’s Isabelle’s smile, and Alexander’s smile, though older, more fatigued, more world-weary. Exhausted, maybe, but beautiful still.
“Coffee is something we have in common, I suppose,” she says.
Something besides Alec, Magnus thinks.
The waitress returns, steaming mugs in her hands as she sets the coffee down with a pretty grin. Magnus wraps his fingers around the ceramic, the heat seeping into his hands even as the breeze tickles his nose with the chill. He takes a slow breath as he watches Maryse take a tiny sip, head bowed over her cup.
“I called you because I wanted to talk about Alexander,” he says without preamble.
Maryse freezes, cup hovering halfway between the table and her lips. Her jaw tenses, face immediately going stiff as she puts her drink down and sits up straight, fingers digging into the smooth white tablecloth like she’s already prepared for a bloody battle.
“What about Alec?” Her voice is hard, like heat-treated steel and diamond all melded into one.
Magnus watches her as he rubs his thumb idly over the handle of his cup, breathing in the bitter, cutting scent of coffee. Maryse’s hackles are raised, parental instincts activated from the moment he mentions her son’s name. Something inside his chest clenches at the sight of it, and Magnus wonders… they haven’t talked about it, but…
“I wanted to let you know that I’m going to ask Alexander to marry me.”
For an instant, it’s like Brooklyn stops around them, the bustle of people slowing to a standstill as Maryse’s eyes widen, as her fingers claw into fists, nails digging crescents into her palms as she stares at Magnus.
“Marry,” she says bluntly, though not unkindly. “Marry you.”
A modicum of tension seeps away from her muscles. “You… have you –”
“No, I haven’t asked yet.” Magnus sets his cup down and plants his elbows firmly on the edge of the table, arms crossing as he leans forward, drawing just a bit closer to her. “And I’m not asking for your permission. I just want you to be aware, because regardless of our history, we’ve reached a common ground, and… I do respect you, Maryse. I’d rather you know than be blindsided should he say yes.”
Maryse swallows, throat working, and suddenly the remaining pressure in her body evaporates like helium disappeared from a balloon. She hunches over her coffee, staring into its liquid brown depths. Magnus feels concern bubbling up inside of him, and he starts to get out of his chair to reach for her.
She looks up, eyes soft as she smiles, gentle and a little bit sad. “I’m fine. I’m just thinking,” she says simply.
The silence that follows hovers between comfortable and strange, the emptiness punctuated by clinking glass and hesitant slurps of coffee. Magnus glances up at Maryse, almost amused at the way she stares back at him, unyielding, the exchange like a silent conversation in their heads about the man they both love. Her eyes say marriage won’t be easy, and Magnus answers with I know.
“Do you have the ring with you?” she asks suddenly, face going faintly pink at the curiosity in her question.
Magnus smiles at pats at his coat pocket where a little wooden box is nestled in the velvet lining, something he’s been carrying around with him for weeks now. “I do,” he tells Maryse. “But I’d rather Alec see it first.”
She draws back. “Right.”
Magnus sighs, putting his hand in his pocket and playing with the hard edges of the box, thinking of the simple gold ring that sits inside. “If… if Alexander says yes, I’m sure you’ll be among the first to see it.”
“He’ll say yes,” Maryse says without pause, voice so unexpectedly resolute that Magnus feels a smile grip him. Maryse looks at him contemplatively, lingering on his eyes, her previous melancholy gradually disappearing. “Alec… he doesn’t let anybody else call him that, you know. He won’t let me call him that anymore.” She sighs, a wry grin twisting on her face. “You’re the only one.”
You’re the only one.
Something swells in Magnus’ throat, thick and heavy so that it’s hard to swallow down the feeling welling behind his eyes. He knows Maryse can see it from the way her gaze softens, the way her lips quirk kindly, the way she looks at him like a mother looks at the man who loves her son.
“I know,” Magnus manages to say to her, the sound of his words barely a whisper above the Sunday crowd. “I know.”
It’s been ages since the last one, but with me sparking him and the balance patch arriving I’ve finally felt confident enough to write this.
If you know me at all you knew this was coming, for my lust and love for thisman burns with the intensity of a thousand suns. Yes tis time for my #1 Husbando’s Spotlight, The Sexiest Meme Alive himself, Rackam!
Note: This was actually really hard to make into actual words instead of just inarticulate screaming.
The 2nd story character and first official member of the crew. He’s been with you since pretty much Day 1.
First story character to get his 5* uncap, giving him the rare wind atk- debuff and sweet new art with Tiamat.
His SSR is a great damage dealer, and with the patch one of the most reliable as long as he has a solid source of MA. Along with his passive to hit all enemies 70% of the time, now he can also build 2 stacks of Spitfire in 1 turn, giving him 40% atk boost each on a unique modifier. With Elysian he can ougi turn 4 with 3 stacks and 120% atk up. Plus Spitfire increases his ougi cap to around 3.2 mil and the chain burst to over 2 mil. Duration II is also incredibly handy against HL bosses with their OD phases being more dangerous. He shines alot in Rose Queen as he leads to a much faster break in 2nd phase and in Tiamat HL where he gives easy honors as he auto attacks all heads most of the time.
10/10 would spark again
It’s also heavily implied that Grand Series are getting their 5* uncap soon too, so his kit is going to get better. His SR gained a crit buff, mirror image, and wind atk- so there’s a good chance his SSR will too.
His personality is that of the Crew’s team dad (funny enough with the actual dads in the crew) and boy is it my weakness. He has a soft spot for children and younger members of the crew, and takes it upon himself to take care of them.
He’s an expert Helmsman and is actually quite famous for it. It’s even gotten to the point where other Helmsman ask him for his autograph. The sheer size of the Grancypher and how he managed to restore it single handedly is a testament to his skill and love for airships. And the chapter where he navigates the harsh winds of the Grim Basin is the ultimate testament to his skill.
In fact his SSR Fate episodes revolve around him helping a little girl who dreams of being a helmsman like him. When he discovers she’s in danger he goes off on his own to rescue her without endangering the rest of the crew. Of course in the end it’s too much than he can handle on his own and he gets shot. The crew comes by in time to rescue him and the girl and he realizes that everyone has grown enough for him to rely on them.
Fun fact he’s actually named after the famous pirate captain John Rackam (aka Calico Jack). The man most well known for his relationship with Anne Bonny and Mary Reed and his first mate designing the iconic Jolly Roger.
He’s hot. Like….really hot. I fell in love with this man at first crash. That styled brunette hair…..the facial hair….the cigarette..his face. All of that gives me the ossan feel that I’m a plain sucker for. Plus his gun and even the sword he never uses just gets to me. A prime reliable Ossan design.
HE HAS A BLUSHING IMAGE AND IT’S ADORABLE
Plus Hiroaki Hirata’s voice as him is just perfect! Older and experienced but not super old man status. I don’t know how to describe it exactly but it’s so damn attractive.
He’s 29 years old, putting him slightly above average in the crew’s rather young age range, but not as old as the clear elder members of the crew. While he has all the points of Ossan appeal (at least in my book) calling him one might be a bit of a stretch. It doesn’t stop him from feeling old though, as he talks about getting older a few times.
He might not be the most muscular of the crew since he is one with bara gods like the Soiya Squad and Male Draphs. But he does have a nice muscular frame of his own. It’s most prominent in the meme comics and brief bits in the anime. In comics he strips time to time for certain gags revealing a nice body. In the anime he sports a black tank top for a while allowing you to see the musculature on his arms, and even takes off his armor for a bit, revealing that that the shirt he wears under it is skintight as you can make out the outlines of his pecs through the fabric. (I’m still angry he never stripped in the beach episode)
His charms have not gone unnoticed too. The man is straight up primal bait as Lyria’s Tiamat and Noa are really close to him. The little girl from his SSR fates even falls for him as she asks if he has a girlfriend in the end of the 2nd one. According to Lowain and Bros he has a decent sized following of fans as well. They described him as “the type of guy who would spoil you”.
He’s also is pretty good with the Bass (after some practice). He plays in a band with Vryn and Aoidos. So he fills the hot dude on bass niche too.
In fact before Lowain and Bros decided on making Jin the Sexy Sensei of Albion High. He was considered for the role before they gave it to Jin, feeling that Rackam already had too many fans to be their Sensei figure.
He’s a Sexy Santa
His Christmas Fates were some of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. It literally revolves around stealing Christmas cake in the middle of the night.The second fate literally called “Friendly Feels” is a search for a Christmas tree for the crew. It ends with him holding a ladder for Vyrn, Lyria, and Gran/Djeeta to put the star on. After the star is put on and the tree is decorated he gives his thanks as he never thought he’d ever spend a Christmas like this before. The fate ends with Lyria telling him that all Christmases are going to be like this one from now on, as he smiles and while having his doubts about the certainty of her statement, enjoys the warmth of the holiday on the cold winter night.
He’s a perfect mixture of both my love for memes and hot older men. For he has not one, or two memes, BUT 3.
Legend of Rackam: Not touched upon recently but a damn good one. Rackam and his exploits are so legendary that kids years later learn of his heroic tales thanks to a wise old scholar. His frog suit meme had actual white day chocolates sent to it by fans.
DURRAY DURRAY DURATION!: Rackam’s amazing moves leave afterimages that confuse and somehow relax the enemy’s rage. A meme so powerful he taught it to others for protection and almost durrayed himself out of existence against a great foe. In fact this meme is so powerful that it’s leaked out of the Grand Blues verse into reality long ago and nobody even questions it. His Casino skin and Santa version both end battles with the Durray~ dance with sound effects and everything.
RACKAMUUUUUUUUUU!!! (also localized as plain RACKAAAAAAAM!!!): Rackam fucking explodes and dies. Well to be more specific the first Rackamuuu! didn’t even have an explosion as he died falling off the ship riding on a icicle and Katalina screamed it. However with later variation most of his deaths have been explosion related, resulting in the meme being tied to explosions now. Despite the fact that he explodes he actually ends up fine due to a scientific phenomenon known as Rackam’s Law, but details have yet to be divulged to the public from the former nobility of Iristill.
Him and the MC/You share a very close bond due to all that they’ve gone through together. He basically entrusts the fate of the Grancypher to your judgement when he’s forced to fight you as an enemy by that little douche Gilbert.
He gets flustered around Djeeta and it’s noticeable in the voiced skins. Where he stumbles around for a bit after battle replying to her compared to his fater response to Gran.
Like most of the GBF cast come Valentines and White Day he catches feelings for the captain of the opposite gender, however unlike many he’s kind of unsettled and in denial of it due to the age gap.
It’s most detectable in the Valentines and White Day lines in year two. Year one it’s rather quick with him being flattered to get a chocolate and blushing with embarrassment when he gives the return gift on White Day.
However year two has him joke about waiting for Djeeta to give him chocolate and telling her not to think about all the serious stuff since it makes him nervous. Then he promises her to get something great for White Day.
Come White Day he calls her over to give her his present (no CG yet sadly sadly) and thanks her for always working so hard. Then he literally says “
Well, not just thanks. But I can’t say any more than that, all right? You shouldn’t pry into the mind of an adult, you know.
“ Then says he’s gonna keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t drive other people crazy.
I probably forgot or missed something but this post is long enough.
This is most likely going to be my longest husbando spotlight solely because
Hi Jo!So I'm super excited for the next ep, I'm hoping that it'll fix all of the mistakes that were made in 2x07. until that, let me sneak in a random question into your ask box: do you think malec call each other nicknames/pet names?
Hi Nitsa! Same here, I’m excited and I hope my internet here is strong enough to sustain my livestream~
I mean, we all know Magnus uses pet names with like, everybody. Biscuit here, darling there, sweetheart over at the back. So Alec isn’t surprised when he’s fumbling around the kitchen and Magnus shows up, one hand combing through bed hair and another muffling a yawn and mumbles out “what’s cooking, pumpkin?” As much as Alec thinks that’s endearing, he hates that he has to suppress the idea that he has used the nickname on one too many lovers. So the next time they’re kissing in bed; hands under each other’s shirts, long legs tangled in an organised mess and Alec slides his fingers along Magnus’ ribcage just right, tearing a breathless “Alexander” out of him, Alec steels himself.
“I love it when you call me that,” Alec pauses, a few seconds longer, betraying the casual tone of his voice. And Magnus is astute, even when he’s seconds away from dragging Alec down towards him because his lips are not where they should be, and he drags out, voice thick as honey, “Of course, my Alexander”, with a steady gaze. And Alec knows that Magnus gets it, and he finally seals Magnus’ lips with his.
Alec’s awkward with nicknames. Now that he’s thinking about it, he realises that the only one whom he calls with a nickname is Izzy and doesn’t everyone call her that? Well, except Magnus; and now that he’s thinking of him, he’s troubled over whether Magnus would like to have that: a pet name. Darling? Too common, Magnus practically calls everybody that. Baby? No way, he’d rather die than have to call someone that. Mags? Alec makes a face.
“What’s with that face? Wait, don’t tell me Izzy made this,” Jace glares at the spoonful of stew he was about to put into his mouth and his eyes dart between Alec and the pot in between them. Alec’s confused for a moment but he shakes his head and puts his spoon down, to which Jace sighs in relief and shoves the spoon into his mouth.
“Jace, what did you call your…girlfriends? I mean, did you call each other using pet names? Does it come naturally? Like, how do you suddenly go from calling someone by name to calling them by something else? What’s that something else? How-”
“Wait, wait, wait. Slow it down, bud. Are you talking about things like babe, princess or things like that?” Alec nods solemnly at the question and Jace’s confusion suddenly turns to smugness. He was about to make a jab at that but Alec shook his head and Jace dropped it out of kindness from seeing his parabatai so troubled. He merely shrugs and offers, “Don’t think too much about it; it’s gonna come out forced if you overthink it, and yes, I can totally see you overthinking right now so don’t even deny it, I know you Alec,” Alec huffs but he takes the advice to heart and tries not to wince when he has to get his boyfriend’s attention and has to settle for “Magnus”.
And when it finally happens, he just has to mess it up, or so he thinks, when he picks up a phone call mid-mission and in his distraction, he answers with, “Hi love, what’s up,” after which there’s a silence that’s a beat too long and Alec realises that he’s fucked up because he hasn’t even said the three words and this order is totally wrong and oh god, Magnus doesn’t feel the same yet, does he? He’s this close to flinging his phone to the furthest end of the world when Magnus clears his throat and replies, voice a little unsteady, “Well, Alexander, I love you too, if that’s what you were trying to say,” and Alec is amazed by how Magnus always knows and never in his life had he wanted to be a warlock so badly just so he could portal to right where Magnus was and kiss the stars out of him.
Summary: based on a post I wrote about how he looks in this outfit. Basically he’s a cliche college boyfriend. It’s meant to be silly and not really Tom at all.
You sat on the sofa in your dorm. Your back leaned against Tom and your legs curled up. You both sat under a big fluffy grey blanket. New Girl played on his tv. His roommate was staying the night at his girlfriend’s house so you too were alone. But you had been fighting in the car so it was quiet.
“I love Nick. He’s the funniest one on the show. Besides Jess of course,” you said laughing trying to cut the silence.
“Wow. She is so awkward,” Tom said. “I can see why you like her. That’s basically you,” he jokingly nudged your shoulder. You leaned back into him before watching the show.
He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed soft kisses to your neck. You giggled at the show. “Nick again?” He whispered on your neck.
“Are you jealous,” you said turning to look at him. “Take your cap off, babe. Like, we’re inside.”
“Okay, take this hair tie off,” he said pulling your hair down. You pulled the cap off and messed up his hair. “I put time in that,” he whined.
“I know. Hair wax, hu?” You teased. You lightly pulled his hair. He groaned. His hands played at the waistband of your shirt.
“Don’t judge. I don’t have my nan’s pajamas on,” Tom laughed. His hand moved lightening fast and slapped your ass. You yelped.
“Yeah, you probably have a stupid shark tooth necklace on,” you said pulling off his hoodie. The necklace slapped hid bare chest. He looked at you in fake offense.
“I got that in Cabo. Don’t hate,” he said pouting.
“I know. No one cares what part of Mexico you’ve been to,” you said pulling the necklace off of him.
“That’s rich from the girl wearing a paint stained jumper she got ruined in Seattle,” he emphasized the last word. He pulled it off of your head. You dropped the remote and you turned and straddled his hips.
“That was a fun holiday, Holland. Don’t talk trash. Especially while smelling like aftershave and tasting like Dr Pepper,” you said undoing his belt. He kneaded your ass in his hands.
“Love, you just went from one of the rainiest places to another. It rained the whole time,” he lifting his hips so you can pull his pants off. “Holiday is to get a tan,” Tom said unclasping your bra. His mouth latched to your nipple. You groaned and leaned into his touch.
“You’re such a douche,” you said. He looked up at you.
“And that’s why you fuck me?” He said smirking as he pushed his fingers in your pants. You grinded on his hand.
“I fuck you because you have a great cock and I can steal midterm notes from you in psych,” you said rubbing his bulge.
“You can’t stay mad at me forever, baby. I didn’t mean anything by it,” he said biting his lip as you pumped him.
“Maybe don’t compliment girls that are hitting on you,” you said standing to pull your pants off.
“I didn’t realize that she was hitting on me because I was too busy staring at your ass,” Tom said slapping the skin. You gasped. You pulled his hair again.
“Thats actually really nice and I’m having a hard time being mad at you,” you said sinking down on him. He moaned as you bottomed out. You began riding him. “Why are you so fit?” You asked looking at his chest. He slapped your ass hard. You pulled his hair.
“God, your fucking wet,” he groaned. “You like me slapping your ass, babe?”
“Shut up. You talk too fucking much,” you grabbing his back tightly. He pushed his head onto your shoulder. His hand reached down to your clit.
Tom slapped your ass again and you whimpered. You were so close. He rubbed your clit furiously as you bounced quickly. His breath quick huffs on your neck. You gasped and moaned as you came.
It triggered Tom to cum, his hands tightly gripping your hips. You could feel that your hips were going to have tiny bruises from his finger tips but you didn’t care. His hips thrust up through his high. You rolled off of him and wrapped up in blanket.
“Hey now, share love,” he said climbing underneath with you.
“I’m sorry for being jealous,” you said. Tom pulled you on his chest and grabbed the remote from the floor. He quickly changed the show.
What do you think of Keith's leadership skills at the beginning of S3? To me he was acting in a "I'll prove I can't be as good a leader as Shiro" kinda way...
Oh that’s an interesting way to look at it! To be honest, I think he was mostly off his game because he was somewhat…resentful. He didn’t want to “replace” Shiro, and even begs Black not to choose him. It takes a lot of convincing for him to actually agree to it. And when he does step in to lead–people start to fight him on it, and he gets pissed. Because it’s very clear this is something he didn’t want, and he’s got all this anger and self-loathing built up that he’s just redirecting. “Please, no.” “First you want me to lead, then you complain about how I do it.” “I never wanted to be the leader! That’s just what Shiro wanted!” “You wanted me to be the leader? This is how I lead.” It’s kind of like saying, “You asked for this, so just deal with it.”
He didn’t want for this. He didn’t ask for this. He hates himself for having to do this. So when he’s forced into this position of authority against his will and then faces opposition–from the very people who put him there in the first place–he lashes out again. The way Keith fights with the others over “teamwork”–“Everyone stay out of my way!” that is just as much apart of the grieving process as his relentless search for Shiro. They tell him move on and then try to pull him back right after. When Keith starts throwing his life–and his team–away on careless risks, single-mindedly chasing after his goal, he throws his teammates’ words right back at them.
“But our mission is bigger than any one individual. Even those who are completely irreplaceable.” “It’s not about the team. We have a mission that’s more important than any one of us.” They want him to put the mission before Shiro? Fine. Then the mission takes priority over everyone and everything else too. I don’t think anyone except for Allura really understood the gravity of what Keith was sacrificing. When he agreed to lead Voltron, he felt like he had nothing else to lose.
His one constant, the one person who never abandoned him, who he undoubtably loved–they were gone, and all Keith had was the mission. So of course he throws himself into it headfirst with everything he’s got. This is what happens when you push someone before they’re ready, when you tell them to move on when they’re still shattering.
I think that, at the beginning, Keith is so volatile and aggressive because he’s still working through the grieving process. And while it’s clear there is this innate desire to make Shiro proud and not let him down–“I know this is what you wanted for me, Shiro” “This one’s for you, Shiro”–it’s overridden by his his own inner turmoil. Does he want to fulfill Shiro’s last “dying” wish? Of course. Keith feels he owes him at least that much. But more than anything else he wants to run out and find Shiro and bring him back. If he can’t do that, if he’s told he has to sacrifice everything for the mission then, well–then the others shouldn’t be surprised when thats what he does.
Anon: “Hi! :’) I loved "friend don’t treat me like you do” so much and was wondering if I can request an angsty fic based on the song stone cold by demi lovato, but with maybe a happy ending? Thank you so much!!“
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Word count: 3,482
A/N: You didn’t explicitly said who you want it with, but I assumed Sebastian. Hope you like it! xx
Your Friendship with Sebastian has been the best thing that happened to you. You got to know each other through your job since you were one of the people responsible for the props in some movies, Marvel ones as well. The both of you instantly had a connection, and you knew you weren’t the only one who felt it when Sebastian visited you to talk to you during filming breaks, as you normally sat alone in one of corner of the set, just like he did that day.
BTS REACTION: You get flustered when they call you a nickname (Maknae Line)
A/N: Hope you enjoy💜 Also, does anyone know how to avoid a text limit for a post?
Gifs are not mine unless otherwise stated.
Credit goes to the owner.
It was the first Saturday in quite a while that Jimin got off from work. You made plans to go to the mall and try finding the perfect gift for your best friend’s birthday next week and you thought he’d would complain but it turned out he was more than happy to join. You knew he loved going shopping you just thought he might prefer a relaxing day at home.
You arrived at the mall and went straight to your best friend’s favourite store knowing she would love everything from there. Jimin follwed along frowing his eyebrows.
“If this is here favourite store why don’t you just buy a gift card?” He asked upon entering the store.
“Because giving someone a gift card basically means you couldn’t think of anything else. It’s also extremely impersonal so I don’t want to do it” you explained walking towards the women’s section.
“But what if sh-”
“Jimin, just keep your eye out for anything that looks good” you interrupted his question, “even better, keep an eye out for nice bags. She loves them”
Jimin just nodded and at some point while looking at all the stuff the two of you split up into two different directions. To be all honest, you didn’t even realise it until he called out for you.
“Y/N! Babe, come ove here. Babe!” Jimin called out and your cheeks instantly flushed a shade of pink. You were pretty sure you weren’t the only one who heard it so you quickly walked over to him not wanting him to make it worse.
He noticed you in the corner of his eye and a smile spread on his face.
“Babe I think I found something…” he trailed off as he noticed your look and you pressed your hand against his chest.
“Stop, Jimin.” you whispered in a serious tone.
He looked at you all confused, “Stop what?”
“Yelling maybe?” You asked sarcastically and he slightly rolled his eyes.
“I’m sorry babe but-”.
“Can’t you just stop” you whined your face heating up as you hid it in your hands.
“What am I even d-” he stopped himself looking at how flustered at red you got, “Wait, are you asking me to stop calling you babe?”.
You just nodded your head to embarrassed to give a proper answer. He chuckled, “Yah you’re so cute”.
“It’s not cute, it’s embarrassing” you complained as he put your hands down to look into your flustered face.
“I’m just showing my affection for you” he gave you a smile but you only whined making him laugh.
“Please stop” you begged with the shyest and most flustered voice.
“Alright, if you really want me I’ll stop calling you babe” he smiled giving you a kiss on your cheek which had you smiling as well, “but to be all honest babe, I don’t think I want to”
It was a casual Friday night for the two of you which meant watching a movie together and eating some food that you’d order in bed. Your head was resting against Taehyung’s shoulder which he loved since he could use the opportunity to sneak some of your chicken.
The movie you were watching was a drama that neither of you have seen before so one of his friends recommended it to you.
It was a classic dramatic love story and the movie was halfway through when the male protagonist confessed his love towards the female protagonist using a cute but cringy nickname.
You blushed a little and tried to avoid Taehyung’s gaze but you were still able to feel him staring at you. A smirk curved up his lips as he knew exactly what was going trough your mind.
“Do you not like using nicknames?” He asked innocently before adding with a sexy voice, “Baby?”.
You blushed a deep red. He had never called you any nickname before and it made you feel more flustered than you ever thought it would. You tried your best to play it off, not wanting to give him that satisfaction.
“What? I love it” you started lying, “I just don’t like how you start calling me that just because you heard it a movie”.
Deep down he knew you were lying when he looked at you but something about your words hurt his pride and he wasn’t going to leave it like this.
“It’s not because of the movie. I’ve been thinking about calling you babe or baby or other nicknames for quite a while now. I just never did it” he defended himself and you knew he was telling the truth. Still, you didn’t want to admit it.
“Yeah right” you fake chuckled trying to hide your embarrassment, “just admit that your shy about it. Even if you say it now, you’d never say it infront of anyone else”.
“I’m shy about it?” Taehyung asked laughing but he understood what you were trying so he just smirked getting up from the bed.
“What are you doing?” You asked curious as he walked over to the window, opening it.
“Showing you how shy I am” he winked and a second before he started shouting you understood.
“PEOPLE OF SEOUL! HERE ME OUT AS I CONFESS TO THE GIRL I LOVE! SHE’S MY BABY AND MY BABY ONLY AND IF ANYONE EVER DARES TO T-” you pulled him away from that window with all your strength.
“God, Taehyung. That is so embarrassing” you complained to flustered to even look into his eyes.
He cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly having your cheeks heat up even more, “You’re so adorable when you get all shy. I love you, my baby”
The past few weeks have been really tough for you. Even though you were in a relationship you and Jungkook barely spend time together during the day. From Monday through Friday he was always working. Some weekends included. The few weekends he got off he used to sleep or play random video games which you had no clue about.
It was one off those weekends were he has been attached to the TV all day making you grow impatient. You wanted him to do whatever he loves but you wanted to spend some time with him as well. Even though you had no clue about the games he was playing you decided to join him.
“What are you playing?” You asked with a smile sitting down next to him.
He looked over at you for a brief moment but kept focusing on his game. His facial expression showing how much he’s concentrating.
“Just a game that my brother gave to me” he answered nevertheless, “he said it’s fun and it really is”.
A small smile curved up his lips before he erupted in a big groan of frustration when he lost the level.
“Oh”, you said, “Can I play?”
He gave you a confused look at first since he knew you weren’t into games but it was replaced with a bright smile. “Uhm, sure” he said before gesturing for you to sit down infront of him. You sat down inbetween his legs, his body pressed against your back as you held the controller together.
“I think I got it” you said a little unsure after he explained it all to you.
“Go ahead then” he smiled. You started the game and it seemed as if you were doing really good until you missed to hit the wrong button and your character died. You sighed and Jungkook only chuckled.
“Babe you were supposed to hit this one” he explained pressing the button you missed. That wasn’t important to you though. More important was this one word that just left his lips. Babe.
“Did you just call me Babe?” You asked shyly not brave enough to look at him. He frowned thinking about it, “Yeah I guess. Do you not like it?”
You blushed deeply and started playing with your fingers. You didn’t answer and he realized your how shy and heated you got. A proud smirk appeared on his lips, “Aw, no need to get all shy Baby. It’s just me. I’m your boyfriend”.
“Stop” you whined flustered. It wasn’t that you didn’t like being called any nickname. It just made you feel extremely shy at that moment.
“I would but seeing you all shy and cute like this is way too adorable” he said. Jungkook would make sure to keep calling you those nicknames on purpose, being the tease he is.
He’d just chuckle as you tried to calm yourself down and when you finally did he’d make sure to have you all flustered again, loving it.
“So you wanna try again, baby girl?” He smirked and you got away from him whining, “Jungkook”.
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“A what?” Atsushi slowly lowered the cup he’d brought
to his lips.
Atsushi-kun! Nicknames!” Dazai said,
happily clapping his hands together and looking at Atsushi with an expectant
gleam in his eyes.
“Ah,” Atsushi put down his coffee and picked up his
pen again. Hopefully Dazai would leave it alone should he pretend to be busy
with this report – which he was – but
Dazai only leaned down further, practically hanging over Atsushi where he sat
by his desk, innocently performing his duties at the Agency.
Well?” Dazai pressed on, his tone of voice could only be described as giddy.
Atsushi’s shoulders lowered as he sighed and looked up
at the other man. “Honestly, Dazai-san,
I don’t really see any need for us to have nicknames for each other.”
Dazai made a sound, sounding vaguely offended, and
dramatically put his hand over his heart.
I’m hurt! A nickname is an important pillar of any relationship!” Here he
grabbed Atsushi’s hands to hold them against his chest instead, Atsushi still
holding his pen in a loose grip. “Especially since I can’t make you stop with
the honorific, these things are super important!”
Atsushi blinked owlishly, for the moment swayed by
Dazai’s – dubiously authentic – performance while being relieved they were
alone at the office at the same time.
Dazai nodded, encouraged by Atsushi considering the
idea he grabbed a chair and sat down, leaning his elbows on the desk while
still holding the other’s hands.
“Yes! We’ve been dating for – ah, three months now-“ Dazai stopped and smiled softly at him,
Atsushi gave a small smile back, “- and I think we need to take this a step
“Yes, nicknames! So, I’ll go first.”
I’m not sure this is necessary-“
Atsushi blinked, then frowned. “What?”
“Darling, honey, cutie pie,” Dazai kept listing names.
Atsushi could feel a headache coming. He dragged his hand over his eyes and
“You’re not making any sense.”
made that offended noise again and Atsushi felt him taking his other hand –
maybe to once again bring it to his chest and proclaim about the foundations of
a functioning relationship. Atsushi peeked through his fingers and watched as
Dazai elegantly held Atsushi’s hand in front of his own lips. He blew warm air
over the skin, and something inside of Atsushi’s stomach fluttered.
Dazai dragged his lower lip over Atsushi’s fingers and
then met his eyes. They seemed deep and warm in the sharp light of the
The butterflies in Atsushi’s stomach turner sharper,
he might’ve made a sound because Dazai’s gentle smile crooked; became smug. He
leaned closer, close enough for Atsushi to catch the faint fragrance of tea and
cologne over the beating of his heart that’d escalated quickly.
“You like that?” Dazai’s voice sounded smooth despite
his smile, his eyes twinkled. “Sweetheart?”
A furious blush stretched against his cheeks, Atsushi
could feel it. The more it grew the bigger the grin on Dazai’s face widened,
and Atsushi felt a strange feeling of losing
– what he didn’t know, only that it frustrated him. He tried for a response but
could only sputter helplessly.
Dazai chuckled and released his hand. “So that’s it,
huh?” He said victoriously.
Atsushi jerked his head up and took hold of Dazai’s hands
in a poor imitation of Dazai’s earlier actions. Heart in his mouth Atsushi said
with a slightly squeaky but serious voice:
Dazai froze. He looked from their intertwined hands up
to Atsushi’s determined face. Unblinking, he opened his mouth, then closed it.
“Well,” Dazai rasped and tried clearing his throat, “that’s
He got up, strange expression on his face, and then
walked towards the exit.
“Dazai? Where are you going?” Kunikida met him in the
door, looking up from his bunt of papers at Dazai’s retreating back.
“Oh, nothing. Just going to question the meaning of
life!” Dazai answered, his laughter stiff.
Kunikida yelled after him. He turned his head and stared hard at Atsushi. “What
Then he stopped and, stupefied, looked down at his
papers, “and why am I even acting